Old Hollywood

In Old Hollywood
Proud and gray
All of the ghosts
Gathered round the TV

We can argue all that you like
We can argue until we fight
But the loser may have been right

Glamorous, black and white
Zoning out, most the night

Why do we wind up imitating
All the ones that we once were hating
Men are clumsy, violent fools
Women are a delicate pool of flowers and cobras

Short story long
I put in it a song
As the TV was shouting on:

Because being quiet can sometimes
Be more powerful than being right
You could try it
We can argue all that you like
We can argue until we fight
But the loser may have been right?